To The Seven

Worn out by anxious watching A heavy slumber had overtaken them Their passion will soon be dead Writings calling is just a face out of sky Injury by their first confusion An answer being obvious astonishment All these thoughts will come to an end The writings were sent out To a faithful servant Some of them don't even care Some of them don't even dare To The Seven The noble vision out of which the End had been born would not die. In its close the writings To The Seven rise high above both negatives, The morbids and their last hope. Though the innocent suffered with the guilty, it embodied a tragic justice. And the justice... An incidential allusion-sick Purposely thrown out they bear Their hope departed from their breast The reason remain unimpaired at least Injury by their first confusion An answer being obvious astonishment Seven is the key The writings were sent out To a faithful servant Some of them don't even care Some of them don't even dare To The Seven